Page 5 of On You 2

“Oh, since you're the one in the wrong, we have to discuss shit like men, I guess. When it was me, I got cut off for a good fuckin minute behind that shit. And it was over a hoe. You being a hypocrite like a mutha fucka.”

He spit onto the ground.

“It's not even like that, nigga. We have both grown since then, and we should be able to handle shit better than we did back in the day.”

“The fuck we can, nigga. I grew, true enough, but this shit shrunk me back down.”

Crew finally looked directly at me after saying that dumb ass shit.

“Hov, you were really fucking Jasmine behind my back, and we were supposed to be boys. Brothers. So how the fuck does that work, nigga?”

I stayed quiet for a second because what the fuck could I even say to that?

It was true. I looked at most of Crew's family like my own. Everyone except Jasmine, who made sure I didn't look at her like family at all.

Family doesn't try to seduce you every chance they got. Family wouldn't have been sending naked pictures or kissing on my neck when nobody was around.

Jasmine drew a fine line between friends and family with us early, and yeah, I blame myself too for playing into that shit.

“To be honest with you, Crew, when me and Jas were doing that shit, I wasn't thinking about anything except the fact that she was a pretty girl and I was a horny kid.”

Crew shook his head in disgust, but then this nigga randomly started laughing.

What the fuck just came over him?

“Yo, this shit crazy. Funny as fuck actually.”

“What's funny?”

He laughed some more until he was finally able to speak.

“You really thought I didn't know about you and Jasmine back in the day? Y'all were creeping around in that small ass apartment and thought you were hiding it from me?”

“What? You knew?”

“Of course I did.”

“If you knew all along then why did you just get mad and leave out of there when she said that?”

“Because I am emotional as hell about my nephew and pissed off that she even had to do some chicken-head-ass shit like that. I don't care how much you hoe around; you are supposed to know who your kid father is. I always wanted more for her. Shit, once upon a time, I thought you creeping with her would save her ass.”

He looked off into the distance, and I dropped my head because at this point none of this night made sense.

When I felt a presence walk up behind me, I looked over my shoulder and saw Amir with an uncomfortable ass look on his face.

According to my wife, he and Jasmine had been creeping around too. Her ass got around for sure, but Amir was a pretty decent nigga, and I hoped he understood that I would never touch her ass again.

I'm sure that was a concern of his if he was taking her seriously.

I remembered dealing with Ant, the distributor who I knew had slept with Ciara. That shit got under my skin something serious once she and I got married. I tried talking to the nigga and handling business as usual, but seeing her walk out of his room that day was way too hard to get out of my head.

That's why I had to let that nigga go about a year ago. Gave him a severance package and let him step to keep from killing him because of memory alone.

“Yo, I know some heavy shit is going on right now for everyone involved, but I really need to roll now.”

Amir spoke and Crew folded his arms.

“Everything straight?”